I recently attended my first Scares That Care Weekend. I have to start off by thanking fellow author and friend, Matt Manochio, who jumped in to save the day. I was about to cancel my trip when Matt stepped up and offered me a ride and a room. He said if I could make it to Jersey, he’d make sure we got there.
We got to Virginia, set up, and then…I had to go run the 5K. It was hot as hell and I hadn’t run in some time, but I did my best and finished 56 out of over 150 participants. I’ll take that. So, I come back in sweaty and with a cool new Scares That Care t-shirt and a cool medal. I’m happy. Matt and I worked the table and made some sweet sales. By the end of the night, we were zonked.
Saturday was great for sales. We moved a lot of units and met a lot of fine folks. I think I finally got face time with like four or five Good Reads/Facebook friends that I’d never met before. Brian and Nick are the first two that come to mind. Thanks, guys!
At five pm , it was time for Patrick Lacey and I to do our readings. We found out David Bernstein had come in too late to make his reading Friday, so we pulled him into ours.
After the reading and before the mayhem….
And then…the party started. We (Patrick and Carissa, David and Sandy, and Matt and I) grabbed a table and got ready for some dinner, drinks (lots of drinks), and Scareyoke.
It was here that i got to hang for a few minutes with one of my favorite writers, Ronald Malfi. He also kicked up some ’90’s dust with a great rendition of a Live song. I got up and did Vacation by The Go Go’s.Matt Serafini and Adam Cesare also grabbed the mic for some Rocky Horror Picture Show and Grease tunes.
And drinks. Did I mention the drinks?
Yeah, it was pretty epic.
I stumbled across Bryan Smith and his new bride, Jen. We talked some Guns N’ Roses and somehow I started doing Ric Flair impressions until Bryan and Jen went back inside and some dudes I can’t remember let me share their Uber back to the Super 8.
From there, rather than put Matt through my possible puke moans, I stayed outside until I felt well enough to sleep without spinning. I ended up passing out on the sidewalk by our room and opening my eyes as the sun was just coming up.
DAY THREE (aka The Hangover 4)
I had to run around and let people know I survived. Matt took on a larger role as the salesman, letting me rest half-zoned out for the first few hours. Thank you again, Matt.
As the day headed to a close, I made my way to the bigger authors next door to our room. I got to chill for a bit with Kristopher Rufty, Ronald Malfi, and managed to squeeze in a quick hug with my bud, Jonathan Janz.
Then, I had a terrific conversation with Brian Keene. He bought a copy of my book and made me sign it.If you had told me in 2004, when I bought The Rising, that ten years later he’d be buying my book? Yeah, I would have told you to fuck off.
The gig was over. It was time to go home.
I suck at getting pictures during these types of events. The ones you see above were mostly from those I was hanging out with. Next time….next time…
Matt and I got back to Jersey by like 1 am. I left for Maine in the morning and got home safe and sound to my wife and three monkeys.
I have to say thanks (again) to Matt Manochio for everything. To my wife for letting me go do this. To Patrick and Carissa Lacey for being so damn cool. To David Bernstein and Sandy for also being wicked awesome. To all of those I met and hung out with. To all of those folks who bought copies of my books, and to Brian Keene and his guys that throw this whole event together. It’s to raise money for those in need, and it also gives us a place to chill out and get crazy.
AND…if you guys want to help out these families that Scares That Care take care of, you can do so year-round by going to this link: DONATE.
Until next year!